stars.

When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

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Assume nothing my dear.

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I dreamt that I was in my kitchen, gazing out the window, as though I was waiting for someone to appear.

And there he was, the perfect boy. My eyes instantly locked onto his smile. He didn't even have to say a word and I just knew that he was going to meet me at my window.

I'm not sure if there was a ladder beneath his feet, or if he somehow levitated to my second-floor window, but he was there. In the dream, I could feel the happiness radiating from inside me, almost like the sun and its rays.

I suppose my window was already open and it didn't have a screen on it. He was kneeling through the window when I grabbed his hand to help him in. His hand was incredibly warm, even though it seemed freezing cold on the outside of my home. And then, without any signal, any word at all... it happened.

We kissed.




And then I woke up. I'll have my first kiss someday.

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Because the wind is high, it blows my mind.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story?

Do you ever feel as though... maybe you were only meant to be in another being's life for a mission, to lend out your hand per say?

I'm not too sure where I'm supposed to fit in this person's life anymore and it scares the living Hell out of me.

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Does this mean that I've accomplished the mission? Does it mean that... this is over?

I've lost my map once again. Time to re-draw another one, yeah?

You hear that...?

The winds of change.

Are you ready? I know I am.



But this is besides the point. I have a new obsession, Bright Eyes. One of my incredibly good friends, her name also Megan, burned me fifteen CD's including Bright Eyes; Son, Ambulance; Maria Taylor; Feist; Stars; and Damien Rice.

I haven't gotten through all of them yet, but I'm already deep in the roots of love and there's no way out.



Hope you two readers are doing well. Peace.

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